Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Blood

It wasn't hard to imagine it. How the warm blood would run down her cheek in a smooth line, filling the air with a hint of metallic smell. Not that there wasn't enough smells to identify as metallic in the old garage, but there is something special about blood. It smells alive, warm and sinister at the same time.
Her eyes were big, blue pools of terror. No wonder, most people don't take being strapped to a table while someone looms over you with a knife easy. Still, as far as reactions go, she was holding up well. She still had the rosy tint in her cheeks, even if it had got weaker. At least she didn't already look pale as a ghost. She looked alive and there was no doubt about the blood cursing through her veins.
He slowly ran the cool blade of the knife down her cheek, from the corner of her wide eye to the edge of her pink lips. The lips weren't particulary full, nor sensual, they were actually pretty boring as far as lips go. But they were still okay. They opened slightly, as if she was wondering if it was worth it to scream. Of course it wasn't and he would prefer if she didn't. Loud noises always threw him off and made him do irrational things. It would be sad to mangle her face in a brutal way when all he wanted to see was a little blood.
He carefully set the tip of the knife against her skin and made a quick cut. It wasn't big and not particulary deep, but the blood oozed from it at once, first making a little red bubble, then trickling down her pale skin in a nice line. It didn't seem like she had noticed, she just kept staring at him with those wide pools of eyes. Her breath kept coming fast and uneaven, but so it had for the last hour.
He sighed and slowly laid the knife down next to her shoulder. Not yet. There was a lot of time yet. A tiny whimper escaped her lips and he felt his own turn slightly up in a smile. Her eyes got bigger. He shook his head, still slowly, not rushing, and turned around to leave her. She didn't make any more sounds and his footsteps sounded too loud as he walked away. For now.


Yeah, I have no idea what this is. It's just something. Sorry for any spelling mistakes, I don't care right now.
EDIT: Fixed the grammar in the last paragraph, I think. Either that, or I mangled it more, not always good to tell.

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